The tar-covered animal hide was opened, revealing a scroll covered with fire paint in the shape of a flame.
There are several words like 2002 on the scroll.
After carefully peeling off the fire paint completely, Sun Jia spread out the scroll.
Sun Jia dug out his girl's pen holder and picked out a brush that almost turned into a red-tasseled gun. Then he found an inkstone that had been dry for an unknown amount of time.
I used a little water to dissolve the solidified ink on the inkstone.
I dipped the brush in ink and began to write crookedly on the white paper.
Sun Jia was not literate in the past. Later, when his own daughter started learning to read, Sun Jia learned some words.
But this word is really not good-looking.
"Veteran Sun Jia, I wish the Marquis of Dingguo's army great prosperity.
Sun Jia, a veteran, was originally from Maozhou. In the third year of the late emperor's reign, he was fortunate enough to follow the Marquis of Dingguo on his expeditions in all directions.
Veteran Sun Jia never dared to misuse the gold scroll given by Marquis Dingguo.
Sun Jia knew that this golden scroll was not the work of Sun Jia alone.
Countless comrades paid for it with their blood.
Sun Jia cannot covet the merits of others.
However, Sun Jia was indeed in trouble today and asked Marquis Dingguo for help.
Sun Jia's daughter was recently kidnapped by the evil slaves of the fifth prince.
Sun Jia originally planned to exchange all his family property for a violent blood pill on the black market.
He went to rescue the little girl alone. If he succeeded, Sun Jia would go far away.
If it fails, Sun Jia will also splash the blood of the fifth prince before he dies.
But there is a good official named Ning Chen who is willing to help me with his life.
Sun Jia could not afford to implicate such a good official, so he hoped to ask Marquis Dingguo for help.
Veteran Sun Jia kowtows to Lord Hou."
After Sun Jia finished writing, he looked at his crooked handwriting and many stains.
I read it again carefully to make sure I didn't miss anything.
Then he put the paper on the oil lamp and lit it.
As soon as the paper comes into contact with fire, it immediately 'jumps' and completely burns.
In the blink of an eye, the paper disappeared in front of Sun Jia.
Not even a little bit of paper dust was left.
If it weren't for the table, there would be an intact fire paint seal in the shape of a flame.
Sun Jia was not sure whether he had burned something just now?
Sun Jia carefully wrapped the flame-shaped fire paint in animal skin again.
Sun Jia didn't seem to worry at all about the letters he burned and that they would not be received.
Don't worry anymore, the person receiving it will generally not care about his business.
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On top of a watchtower that was all pitch black, a handsome middle-aged man wearing a scarlet robe, with a white face and hairy temples, picked out a white chess piece from a chess set containing white chess pieces.
The handsome middle-aged man dropped the white piece on the transparent chessboard without even looking at it.
If Wan Hong were here, he would be able to see it.
The crimson robe worn by this handsome middle-aged man is made of silkworm silk, which is a kind of monster.
The silk threads it spits out are not only impervious to cold and heat, but are also difficult to cut with ordinary swords.
However, the production of silkworm silk is very small, and only the royal family can use it.
And only princes from the royal family can use it.
As for those who could use silk all day long to make clothes, except for the imperial robes of emperors and princes, no one in Fengjing dared to do so.
The remaining princes will use sky silk mixed with other materials to make clothes.
The handsome middle-aged man in front of him was wearing a crimson robe, without any trace of adulteration.
If the scarlet robe is already priceless, then the chessboard and chess pieces he uses are even more priceless.
The chessboard is as warm as ice for thousands of years.
This kind of thing is only found overseas and is produced in volcanic craters under the deep sea.
Although it is ice, it has no chill.
As for the black and white chess pieces, the black ones are black gold diamonds and the white ones are platinum diamonds, both of which are specialties that are extremely hard to find overseas.
With one chess piece, you can buy the entire mansion where Tang Ying currently lives, and it will still be sold at the normal price.
Fatty Wan has never seen such a precious thing.
Sitting opposite the handsome middle-aged man was an old man wearing an official shirt, with a green beard on his face and sweating profusely.
After the handsome middle-aged man dropped a white seed, the old man Guan Shan sweated even more on his face.
The black chess piece in his hand hesitated for a long time, and finally fell shivering in a corner.
"Commander, someone finally used the golden scroll."
A big man in armor, who was bigger than Zheng Da's 1.9-meter-long bear and could punch in the face, hurriedly came to the watchtower with the copy of the golden scroll he had just obtained in his hand.
Every step of the strong man in armor was powerful and heavy. When one foot fell, the entire watchtower trembled.
This tremor made the middle-aged handsome man's hand that was about to place the chess piece tremble slightly, and the chess piece landed in a corner.
"No regrets, this is the place." The handsome middle-aged man said calmly.
Looking at the old man Guan Shan opposite, sweat was already pouring down his face.
"Commander, golden scroll!" The armored man came to the middle-aged old handsome man, handed over a copy of the golden scroll and said excitedly: "Commander, we have sent out so many golden scrolls, and finally someone has used them. This is the two thousandth one.
The corresponding name of the No. 2 golden scroll is Sun Jia, he..."
"Let him finish the chess game." The handsome middle-aged man waved his hand to interrupt the noisy armored man.
The big man in armor glanced at the intricate situation on the chessboard, was stunned for a while and said: "The handsome white man lost."
The middle-aged handsome guy said calmly: "I know I have already lost. I just want to see how long he can endure."
The big man in armor glanced at the opposite side, and the veins on his forehead were exposed. The old man Guanshan, who should have been pure and righteous, had turned into black and said to the middle-aged handsome guy: "Commander, he has been infected by evil energy.
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The handsome middle-aged man nodded and said: "Obviously he is cultivating Confucian righteousness, but he is willing to fall in love with the devil. Take him down and kill him."
The big man in armor responded and went directly to get the person.
The old man Guan Shan, who was sitting opposite the handsome middle-aged man, suddenly stood up, dressed in black with awe-inspiring righteousness, and rolled directly towards the two people.
The handsome middle-aged man sat where he was, motionless, not even the slightest movement on the chessboard.
The armored man looked at the possessed scholar across from him, licked his lips and said, "You are already at the fourth level. This demonic aura is really powerful, but I don't know what destiny you are planning to make as a third-level person? Is it your destiny to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors? You
Do you think the Confucian sage can agree?"
As the armored man spoke, he walked over, lowered his big hand, and took down the old man Guan Shan without waiting for his reaction.